One ... , two ... three ... three glasses I’d had and she’d had the same number, must’ve from that bottle just sat there in its fancy serviette bib the waiter had insisted on wrapping round it, all forlorn and empty now of all but froth and gritty bits. Didn’t mean it was off though - this restaurant, Agatha’s, prided itself on its wine list for all it was based in what was little more than a service station – certainly more upmarket than the greasy spoon – and greasy knives, forks, plates and everything else that had preceded it.
Thing was though, I thought she said she’d drive, and she’s just said it was my turn.
‘Oh blow it, we’ll get a taxi - catch his attention and we’ll have another bottle of wine - get the one with the wooden door and purple flowers on the label, can’t remember what it’s called ...’
On Location (Monday) on the road
Take It Away (Tuesday) One, two, three...
Words, Inc. (Wednesday) pride, bib, froth
Plot Thickens (Thursday) a decision based on not enough information
One Word/Sentence Two (Friday)In the second sentence include the following word: fork